She was so caught up in what she was doing that she was startled to feel a hand slide between her own legs, pushing aside her damp panties, and skatin...g delicately across her wet pink skin. The surprise made her hand pause, eliciting a groan of disappointment from her subject. She began again half-heartedly, but her attention was now on the progress of the fingers between her legs. She was so wet that each touch glided across her with a slick sound. At first the hand teased, massaging only her. 1987. I was a nobody. Just this shy wee virgin. I was 18 years old and I wanted to be a punk. I wanted to be a punk and I wanted to get laid. Everyone I knew claimed to have been living the carnal life for at least the past two years. My best friend Janice – this kooky black girl with spiked hair and a delicate little stud in her nose (years before this was fashionable) – said she did it when she was 14. My only vaguely sexual experience so far had been a quick snog with Bethny Dochertys. As she squeezed,stroking my nipple, caressing my breast in flaming kisses.hot kisses and licks circled my breast as she stroked and softly rubbing my vagina suckling my breast. Slid gently stroking my vagina,into me. Flicking me slowly, sliding into me softly. Twirling herself around. Slipping her finger slowly in me. Sliding her tongue deeper inside.twirling. Suckling my vagina deeply hotter kisses inside flaming. .as she suckled me darker. Hot kisses and licks circled my breast. Pressing. Or was it just Ray that had made it seem that way. But last nightshe had told herself that she wouldn't sleep with him... last nightanyway. And besides, she had other considerations last night. Sissyfor one... Oh yeah, Derek had been there too. And Ray had to take Derekhome. Derek... another super hunk!The coffee finished brewing - finally! She opened the cabinet to pullout a cup, and stared in surprise. She glanced around at where she was.No it was the same cabinet she always pulled.